Lin Huang thought he would just stay at the Iron First Shelter to cultivate for the next two days after planning his route and booking the cultivation room. He would get out of closed-door cultivation anytime when Death Sickle's news came.
Just when he had booked the cultivation room and turned off the reservation page, a voice came before him all of a sudden.
"You're Xie Lin?"
Lin Huang was shocked to hear the voice. He lifted his head. Someone had appeared less than three meters before him without him realizing.
The person wore a black and red intersected long jacket with the collars lifted. He had a black scarf on his neck. He was merely 1.6m tall. Although he had gray hair, he looked like a young man aged 15 or 16.
Lin Huang secretly had his guard up from the glance alone.
